Fame, so the proverb goes, is a calamity. To be sure, it's the kind of calamity that looks like a privilege, a disaster that masquerades...

Fame, so the proverb goes, is a calamity. To be sure, it's the kind of calamity that looks like a privilege, a disaster that masquerades...
It occurs to me that in the past couple of months I've been doing more criticky stuff in the off-blog world than here, which perhaps acc...
Despite my best intentions - which lead, so the proverbs tell us, straight to hell - I am yet to tackle Brecht at the Malthouse. I will, gen...
I'm slightly surprised, given the heat the issue has generated, that there's been no response within our sea-girt shores to my ALR p...
For various reasons, I ended up seeing only three shows in Next Wave - the marvellous Hole in the Wall and the two I briefly discuss below. ...
The Australian Literary Review (published in today's Australian) today runs my piece on the controversy about whether plays are literatu...
If one is an actor, a bare stage must be the most perilous place in the world: it leaves nowhere to hide. In last year's STC production ...